A fair young woman. Bronze hair, ruddy under certain lights and honey under others. Bees have been known to get lost there in winter, thinking warmth and sweetness will be found in her tresses. Gray eyes. Often found in a blue, white, and gold, or darker more practical leathers for work. A stylized pimpernel clasps her cloak. A gold ring on a chain around her neck, often tucked underneath her clothes. Tryst looks far too fresh-faced to wear a captain's pin, but she wears that too. Enemies claim you'll most often find her making a deal with a devil or in bed with somebody’s husband or mucking about in the slums. Friends claim you'll most often find her, if not working (probably working), hanging out at in various dens of iniquity or playing troubador for court.